Katharine Lee Bates - To Shelley II lyrics

The summer comes again, by vale and hill With blossoms fashioning her fragrant way; But thou, the child of summer, to the day Art long unknown, and all thy steps are still. In summer thou wert born, and didst fulfill Thy scanty urn of years while summer spray Whitened the shores where thy mute image lay Robbed of its poet. Hence the summers will Seek thee in vain. The eye that watched the cloud Hath locked its sight beneath the fallen lid; The ear that heard the skylark's note is vowed To a perpetual quiet. Thou art hid Beyond the summers, and thy name belongs But to a ceaseless melody of songs.